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Summary: Hogwarts is in store for some very colourful characters. The Founder's Heirs have been found at Hogwarts.

Rating: PG-13

Ship: DM/HG

The Heirs
Redone
Chapter One
The Cats

"You know this must be done, Cronus. Godric and Rowena told us that this time would come."

"Why can't their familiars be doing this instead of us, Demeter?"

"Because, Cronus, their familiars are dead. They died thousands of years ago, remember?"

"Oh, yes. I forgot."

The two, Cronus and Demeter, sat outside Albus Dumbledore's, the current headmaster of Hogwarts, office. They waited patiently for him to return from the faculty meeting.

At length, the wizarding world's most respected wizard came into sight.

"Ah. Cronus, Demeter. I was wondering when I was going to see you two again. Come in, come in." The man with the blue twinkling eyes spoke the password to the stone gargoyle and stepped onto the moving staircase.

"This is about them, is it not?"

"Indeed it is, Headmaster." Demeter looked around the empty hall, as if expecting a Death Eater to jump out and attack them at any second.

"Their powers are growing, then?"

"Why, Albus, I'm shocked. Don't you know?" at Dumbledore's stumped look, Demeter continued, "their abilities have gotten so strong the gods are beginning to fear them."

"The gods, Demeter? I thought gods weren't afraid of anything."

Both Demeter and Cronus chose to ignore that. After all, their companions had prided themselves on being fearless.

"Why do you think Cronus and I are here, Albus? Zeus sent us to monitor them." Demeter looked around as she lightly sprang into a seat in Dumbledore's office. Cronus took the seat next to her.

"Where can we find them?" Cronus asked sullenly.

"Are you telling me that two gods can't find the founders' reincarnations?"

"Our powers are limited in these bodies, Albus."

"If you want me to find something more fitting than a cat's inconspicuous body, say so."

Cronus and Demeter glared at Dumbledore with their slitted cats eyes.

Cronus was a jet black cat. He had a white tuft of fur on his chest. He was a large cat with green eyes.

Demeter was entirely different. She was snowy white and much, much smaller than Cronus. Her eyes were a startling purple.

Demeter raised a paw to swipe at Dumbledore. "Tell us where they are or suffer a god's wrath."

"Oh, yes, the mighty gods wrath." He sighed. "If I must."

Some distance away, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Draconis Malfoy woke in unison and gasped.

"Cats are coming after me."

"Hermione, you look horrible. What's wrong?" Ronald Weasley, Hermione's best friend, asked as she sat quietly near the lake at the bottom of the Weasley's estate. Last holidays, Ron's father had been promoted to deputy Minister for Magic. As a result the Weasley's had bought a new home.

Ron and Hermione's other best friend, Harry Potter, sat on either side of her. Ron then realised his mistake. "I'm so sorry, 'Mione." He broke off after Harry's warning glare.

Hermione Granger and Harry Potter were staying with the Weasley's for the remainder of the holidays. Harry was staying there because of Hermione. Hermione was staying there because there was no where else for her to go.

The wound was still fresh.

"Hermione? We're here for you." Harry whispered into her ear.

Harry was 6'5. He had jet black hair and emerald green eyes. His jet black hair was still unkempt. He was well muscled and his shoulders were broad. His sincerity was touching.

Ron was almost a head taller than Harry at 6'11. His hair was a fiery red. His eyes were a deep blue. He, too, was well muscled and the freckles on his face had dissipated somewhat. He was quick to anger.

Hermione Granger was 5'6 and very thin. She hadn't eaten a lot since that day. Her hair was no longer the brown tangle it had been. It had been tamed and was now curled. Her chocolate brown eyes were mesmerising. She had filled out in all the right places.

Hermione was thinking of that day. The one when Voldemort had come to her home to kill her and her parents.

Voldemort and his band of Death Eaters had stormed their mansion and had tortured her parents mercilessly until they had died. He had then unleashed some new power on Hermione. All the while yelling about her parents leaving the wizarding world.

The only reason she was alive now was because of Draco Malfoy.

Who would've thought that inside that arrogant pure-blooded wizard was a troubled boy who didn't hate Muggle-borns? But then again Hermione wasn't Muggle-born. She was a pure-blood. A pure-blooded witch who had been told she was a Muggle-born from the very beginning of her first year at Hogwarts. A pure-blood witch whose parents had lied to her for seventeen years.

But she couldn't blame them for what they did. They had only shied away from magic for her. To save her from Voldemort. It didn't matter what they did, he eventually found them. They had payed severely for running for their only child.

Since she had come to the Weasley's new home, she had barely spoken a word. Mr and Mrs Weasley thought it was the torture of having to see her parents beg for her life, which did it. Harry and Ron thought that it was seeing Draco Malfoy save her life that threw her over the edge.

When in all reality it was the fact that days afterward, she had begun to get strange power surges when she would set things alight by accident – she had touched very little after setting Fred on fire that day she came to the Weasley's. OK, so it was all of it, combined.

"Harry, Ron, thanks for everything." Those five words were the most she had said at the one time.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances. Maybe she wasn't doomed after all. "It's no problem, Hermione. We love you – we always will, remember that." Harry put his arms around the girl he loved as a sister.

The pale boy climbed upon his new Firebolt 3 and waited. Waited for what, he didn't know. Then he kicked off and soared in the direction of the Weasley's new estate.

He needed to see her. He needed to know that she was alright.

Hermione could feel someone watching her. She had a pretty good idea of who it was as well.

It was almost midnight! What was he doing here? Hopefully not to see her. He had no idea how much trouble he would be in if someone were to catch him here.

She went to the window. Sure enough he was there. She slid the window pane up. "Couldn't you wait until tomorrow?!" she hissed.

Draco Malfoy looked at her blankly. "I needed to see you."

"Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Draco looked at his watch. "Its ten past twelve."

"Go home! What if Ginny sees you? Or worse, Ron!" Hermione grew frantic. "What if Mr Weasley saw you?"

"Relax, 'Mione, all I wanted was to see you. I'll go now." He said softly. He put his hands on either side of her face. "I love you-"

Hermione sat up. "Bad dream – Bad, bad, baaaad dream."

She could not have just dreamt that Draco Malfoy had just said he loved her, could she?

It wasn't possible.

But then why did he save her that day?

The next day dawned bright. Hermione made it her business to go to Diagon Alley. She needed to keep up appearances. Hopefully she wouldn't set too many things on fire today. If she did, she would have to charm everything she came in contact with.

"Hermione, dear, are you ready?" Mrs Weasley called up to her.

"I'll be done in a second. You go on without me." Today, for some reason, she was making a fuss about her appearance. She had decided to wear a black leather cloak with Harry's red Gryffindor Quidditch jumper underneath. Under that was a black v-neck with 'devil may care' printed on it. She was wearing black jeans that were a size too large.

"Ok, Hermione, we'll meet you at Flourish and Blot's."

She ran her brush through her hair and clipped it up. Hermione then proceeded to apply lip gloss.

Everyone would have heard that Hermione Granger was now an orphan and that her parents were killed by Voldemort. They would expect her to be a mess still. It had only been six weeks ago. Well, she decided firmly, she wasn't going to give them what they wanted.

She stepped out of the floo network and very carefully wound her way to where the Weasley's and Harry stood.

Hermione saw something she didn't like about that picture and stopped.

Ginny looked over at her then whispered something to the other Weasley's. Harry's hands absently ripped apart the parchment he was holding.

Ginny Weasley was a short red head – all the Weasley's had red hair. Her eyes, like Ron's, were a deep blue. She was a very sweet person.

Harry, Ginny and Ron came over to where she stood. There was a curious expression on Hermione's face. "What was that about?"

"Nothing important." Harry's hand still gripped the torn parchment.

Hermione cheekily smiled, "if it was nothing important, how come your hand has gone white."

Startled, Harry looked at his hand. He sighed. "You're going to find out anyway so we might as well tell you."

"You'll either find out from us or the Ministry." Ron added.

"You see, Hermione, certain circumstances have come up…" Harry trailed off, looking slightly uncertain.

Hermione rolled her eyes. She whipped out her wand, repaired and summoned the torn parchment and had spun away from the other three in less than two seconds.

Granger Family Crisis!!!

Clarisse and Straven Granger were found dead in their mansion in Birmingham. Marissa and Timothy Granger, daughter-in-law and son of Clarisse and Straven, were killed less than six weeks ago. Their parents have followed.

Marissa and Timothy were found dead with their 17 year old daughter, Hermione, severely injured. Both Clarisse and Straven and Marissa and Timothy were found under the Death Eaters mark.

It seems the Granger family is under attack by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Which Granger will go next…?

She didn't bother to read anymore.

The parchment Harry had torn apart was the front page of today's Daily Prophet. It was anonymous.

Her hand crushed the parchment. "When were you planning on telling me this?" she asked hoarsely.

She didn't wait for an answer. She walked straight out of the shop…

…and straight into Draco Malfoy. Literally.

She buried her face in his chest and cried. Cried for the first time in five weeks. She could hear Harry and Ron calling her. And then there were no more 'Hermione!'s coming from inside Flourish and Blot's.

Draco looked down at the girl he had saved less than six weeks ago. She was crying in his arms. She must've found out about her grandparents.

He had been there when her parents had been killed. His father was intent on him joining the Death Eaters. That night was to be the night when he was initiated. Whether he wanted it or not. Him interfering with 'the lords' plans were catastrophic.

'Lord' Voldemort had been in a rage for weeks afterward and his mood had rubbed off on his father. His father had then decided to take his rage out on Draco. He told his mother and friends that he had fallen off his broomstick in an attempt at a new move. He thought his mother knew though. She had known he had a natural talent for flying. Not a lot could knock him off his broom.

"Shh, Hermione. It's going to be OK. How well did you know your grandparents, anyway?" at the sound of his voice she looked up, a surprised look splayed across her face.

Then he realised he had called her Hermione. In public.

He had called her Hermione. That wasn't what surprised her. She wanted him to do it again.

He led her to a nearby café and he set her at a secluded table. He sat opposite her and looked her dead in the eye. "Answer the question, Granger." He smiled.

"C'mon, cheer up. You had only met them for the first time days after your parents were killed."

Hermione looked at him. Really looked at him. His platinum blonde hair wasn't gelled back and it drifted across his eyes with the wind. His grey eyes were that of a storm. He was as tall as Harry. Somehow he had changed.

Draco Malfoy was no longer the cruel boy she had known him to be.

"Thanks, Draco." Hermione would have willingly told him about everything that had happened in the last six weeks. From setting Fred on fire to only beginning to speak again two days ago to her so-called friends not going to tell her about her grandparents.

Would have. Would have if she had not remembered who she was sitting with.

Draco felt an untainted urge to kiss Hermione's open mouth. But then she asked the question he had been dreading. "Why? Why is Voldemort killing off my family? Four Grangers are now dead. How many more?!"

"I don't know. I don't know why he is killing off your family."

"Why?! Why don't you know? You were there!" her voice had risen to a quiet shout. "You were there." She whispered. Tears were rolling down her face freely.

"Please, Hermione, don't make me answer." Draco pleaded. He would tell her anything if she asked him of it. Just not this.

"How many more Grangers' must die before I know why Voldemort is doing this?!"

She never got the answer to that question. Hermione would find out though. They owed her that much.

It was September first. The day after she had screamed at Draco Malfoy. The day she would go back to Hogwarts.

She had gotten a letter from Professor McGonagall. In it Hermione had been told that she had been chosen as this years Head Girl. It didn't say who the Head Boy was. She had been given a list of her duties and that on every train ride she would have to be in the Prefects compartment or patrolling the train. For the first meeting in the Prefects compartment, McGonagall had supplied a file of things they would have to plan for the year's events.

Hermione was currently walking down the row of compartments, looking for the Prefects compartment. She had lost track of Harry and Ron a while back. Maybe she could meet up with them later.

Wishing, for the thousandth time in the past twenty-four hours, that Draco had told her why Voldemort was killing off her family, she walked into the Prefects compartment.

She froze. A momentary silence. "What the hell are you doing here?"

To add insult to injury, Draco Malfoy was the only other person in the compartment. "I'm the Head Boy, Granger. See you became the Head Girl." He nodded at her chest where the Head Girl badge was pinned. She absently clutched the badge.

"Looks like you and I are the only ones here, Malfoy. What did you do, bribe all the Prefects to stay away from the Prefect compartment?" Hermione snapped.

"Actually, Granger, you're late. Everyone came by half an hour ago. I held the meeting without you."

"Nice to see you care." Sarcasm was the only way to approach a Slytherin who had pissed you off the day before. She sat in the window seat across from him. "You're not going to tell me are you?"

He didn't answer. She didn't expect him to.

She stood. "Well, I guess I'll be going then."

As she walked past him, he grabbed her arm. She looked at him. "I'll tell you."

"Now this is more like it." She mumbled. She sat in the seat opposite him, looking expectedly at his face.

Draco sighed. He had been dreading this since that night at her mansion. "I guess I better start at the beginning." He pointed his wand at the door, putting a locking charm 'Alohamora' couldn't unlock. He put a silencing charm on the compartment. They would need it for Hermione's piercing scream.

Why did he have to find those two? Why couldn't Demeter find the strongest of the four founders' heirs?

Their presence grew stronger as Cronus approached the front of the Hogwarts Express. He saw the Prefects compartment. Their aura was strongest here.

He walked straight through the sliding door, not even alerting them of his existence.

"…better start at the beginning." Salazar's heir pointed his wand at the door.

"About time I found the two of you."

Hermione jumped out of her seat. "Whose there?" she looked around. Didn't Draco just put a locking charm on the compartment? And a silencing charm? She saw Draco grin.

"Look down, Hermione."

Confused, she did. A pitch black cat was sitting there. He was looking intently at her. "So, you're Rowena's heir. You're beautiful." Still confused, she blushed. She knew a complement when she heard one.

"What do you mean, 'I'm Rowena's heir'?"

The cat looked at Draco, sizing him up. "And, Salazar's heir, what of you?"

"I'm not Salazar's heir." Draco replied, even though he looked unsure of himself.

"So you are not Salazar's heir?" at Draco's unsure nod, the cat continued. "So drenching your owl that night, without your wand, was a coincidence?" the cat turned to Hermione. "What of you, Rowena's heir? Do you deny the fact that you have been setting things alight with a slight twitch of a finger?"

"How did you –"

"I see denial." The cat tilted his head. "Demeter, I need you here now."

What went wrong? A whisper answered the cat's call.

"Deniability. Having any luck with Godric and Helga's?"

Better than your luck. These Harry and Ron mortals are accepting who they are. The whisper replied.

"Harry, Ron?" quietly, Hermione assessed the information given. She knew Harry would probably be Godric's heir. Heir to what though? She was getting so very confused.

"Looks like Rowena's heir just fainted." The cat said to the whisper.

And, sure enough, Hermione was in a dead faint, having realised what was going on.

"What do we do while the strongest one of us is incapacitated?" Malfoy asked Cronus and Demeter. The black cat, Cronus, had gotten the white cat, Demeter, to make Malfoy accept who he was. The two cats were going to guide the four heirs. Who ironically enough, consisted of 'The Golden Trio' and 'The Death Eaters Son'.

Harry, Ron, Malfoy and Demeter were in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. They were missing the welcoming feast for Hermione. Cronus had disappeared off somewhere. Ron's stomach made a loud noise. He looked up at them sheepishly. "Can we go down to the feast?"

"You go on ahead. I'll catch up to you." Harry said to Ron. Ron practically ran from the infirmary. Once Ron was out of sight, Harry turned to Malfoy. "What happened over the summer?"

Leave it to Potter to be direct about his friends, Draco thought. Unbidden, he glanced at Hermione. "Granger's parents died over the summer, Potter. Or did the Muggles you live with forbid you from getting The Prophet again?"

"I know that her parents died, Malfoy. I want to know what happened between you and Hermione."

Again, Draco glanced at the beautiful girl on the cot. "Nothing happened between us." Nothing minus the fact that I realised I love her.

A deep longing had filled his eyes when Malfoy had said that. Harry so desperately wanted that sight to be his imagination.

Potter didn't seem satisfied with that answer. They heard a slight moan coming from the cot on which Hermione lay. Draco turned to see Hermione sitting up, bleary eyed. "What happened?" the stunningly beautiful girl asked. "Harry, where are we?"

"We're at Hogwarts, Hermione." Potter answered. He sat next to her on the cot. "In the hospital wing."

"I had the strangest dream…"

"We had better move down to the welcoming feast. Dumbledore will be announcing who the Head's are pretty shortly." Potter said. He stood and held out his hand to help Hermione off the cot.

Potter led Hermione out of the infirmary. Hermione took one step out the door and stopped. Potter looked questioningly at her. She shook her head and continued to the Great Hall. Draco trailed along behind them.

"…and the Head Girl for the year is Hermione Granger." Hermione stood to polite applause from all sides of the hall. She looked around the Great Hall. The hall was lit by thousands of candles which were floating in mid-air above four tables. The tables were laid with golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another table where the teachers were sitting. The ceiling looked like the sky outside the castle. It was snowing heavily. "You may retire to your dormitory. First years follow the prefects, please. Mr Malfoy, Ms Granger, may I see you for a moment?"

Hermione and Draco made their way towards the headmaster while the other students went to their appropriate dorms. "You wanted to see us, professor?" Draco asked as they came to a halt in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore motioned them towards the corridor outside the hall. He led them up several flights of stairs. "For meals, you will be joining the professors and I at the teachers table. You have your own common room." He stopped in front of a portrait of a Pegasus and a dragon. "I decorated it to fit both your personalities. I hope you don't mind, I had quite a bit of fun." He smiled guiltily, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously behind his half-moon specs. "The password is 'Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus.' Have fun."

The portrait swung open and revealed a beautiful common room. There were four loveseats clustered around a huge fireplace. One of them was green, another scarlet, a third was yellow and the fourth was blue. There was an assortment of statues around the room. One Hermione was drawn to be that of a Pegasus. The beautiful marble creature was rearing onto her hind legs with her angel-like wings fanned out around her. She didn't know how she knew it was a her, she just knew.

Hermione continued her evaluation of the room. There were various portraits on the walls. Many of whom were of previous Head Boy and Girl's. There were a few of Hermione and Draco scattered on the walls. Those that were left were of creatures sacred to the school.

The beautiful brunette spied three doors leading off from the common room. Hermione went to the first and opened it. Inside was an elaborate bed room. A huge king-size bed was in the middle of the room. Deep-blue velvet curtains hung around the bed. On one side of the room was a vast closet in which all her clothes were hanging. On the other was a large mirror. A portrait of the Hogwarts crest was on the wall next to it. At the rear of the room was a large writing desk. Two drapes covered a sliding glass door leading to the terrace. This was obviously her room. Hermione backed out of the area and opened the next door.

It was the bathroom. And it was quite large. There was the gigantic swimming pool that was actually the bathtub with the many, many taps. But there was also a rather large shower. It could easily have fitted four people in it with room for them to lie around…or do other things. She scolded herself for having those thoughts.

She went to the next door and knocked. She didn't hear an answer so she walked straight in. Draco's room looked exactly like hers except the curtains were green instead of blue, and they were pulled back, exposing his king-size bed. The covers on his bed depicted a dragon flying above a fluffy white cloud. It was sweet.

As she walked back into her room to get her pyjamas, a thought struck her.

What if she was beginning to feel for him?!

"They haven't noticed that we're here yet, have they?" Cronus asked Demeter as the two sat on the blue comforter.

"Hermione's denying that we're here still. Draco's noticed us, but he won't say anything. Remember that he was there when Hermione found out about her parentage and he doesn't want to startle her. She's still dealing with the fact that she isn't a Muggle-born." Demeter said, she began washing her fur.

"But don't worry; she'll start accepting it tomorrow."

Cronus looked at his beloved. "What are you going to do?"

"Hermione's going to have a little change of heart."

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